Bad news from swing streetJonathan was only seventeenwhen armed he went into the cours of S. Rafaelin august nineteen seventyBad news from swing streetHe came from the america ghettoesto get his blood brothers freebut the bullets of law didn't hear himInside and outside the prisonsdo what there's to dotransmit the signal of firewith the blood in the eyesBad news from swing streetGeorge was only fourteenwhen they put him in prisonfor a seven dollar robberyBad news from swing streetNobody bends his black prideso the guards killed himin august nineteen seventy-oneInside and outside the prisondo what there's to dotransmit the signal of firewith the blood in the eyesBad news from swing streetclench your fists, don't crynow you kmow the story of the Jackson' brotherskilled by the american racist ruleBad news from swing streetGeorge and Jonathan, brave and free,shed their blood for the justicethat justice guides us stillInside and outside the prisondo what there's to dotransmit the signal of firewith the blood in the eyes